“There should be more horses, more soldiers, more crying, more cameras,” Natalie Portman demands in that upper-crust, performative mid-Atlantic accent in Pablo Larraín’s Jackie, shortly after she’s witnessed her president husband’s head explode in a convertible just next to her. She’s in shock — and it leads her to meticulously, obsessively conceptualize how John F. Kennedy will be remembered. The […]
